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[bahoreal]

omg omg

Im truly so speechless I don't even know where to begin. Number Four Was Always You was the most thoughtful and well-organized and clearly so well-loved (as the writer for their piece) fic. I haven't been so blown away by a fic in a very long time. Your character descriptions were so quintessentially accurate and truthful to the characters and their actors' portrayal of them! So many times while reading, I found myself smiling or nodding along and thinking, "yep, that definitely would've happened." I hope you know how well you wrote their voices and captured the spirit of the show, as well as it's storytelling. Please believe my complete sincerity when I say that THIS is my canon season four. Period. If you ever chose to dive back into this world, I'll be there every step of the way. (Honestly, I could read how the rest of their lives played out from your perspective!!) Bravo, my friend! And THANK YOU for putting this out in the world for us.

Oh wait!!!! I HAVE TO FANGIRL OVER CHAPTER TEN. The whole story was amazing and had me literally smiling to myself constantly, and chapter 10 was the perrrrrfect ending omg. But my absolute favorite scene was Ted's confession!!!!! I giggled out loud and just smiled for a solid 15 seconds before I could keep reading. You clever thing, you!!! You'd set us up so well with Ted's multiple plans for himself throughout the fic and following through storytelling-wise with each one. So when I tell you how UNPREPARED I was for his sudden confession, but how PERFECT AND WILDLY ROMANTIC IT WAS omggggg I'm still giddy about it the next day. Gahhhhh just perfect. You've got a new fan for life! I'll ready anything you write for this lovely ted lasso fandom of ours!

IM LITERALLY SOBBING THANK YOU SO MUCH season 4 was about ted and trent falling in love we all know it <3 i'm truly so flattered tha tmy characterisation and character arcs were so satisfying to read, i can't say thank you enough it was so fun to write and the fact that it resonated so much;;;; pls, y'all are too nice to me. i really loved writing that fic, i'm glad that the epilogue was good too omggg, they're SO romantic in their own little weird way!!! the romance just WORKS for them bc they're with each other, it's less about the setting and the setup and more about how obsessed they are <3 i hope you also enjoy the rambling headcanon post i wrote about the propsal scene that i just posted (that's how all my plot documents look before i make them make sense by writing the fic hahaha) and i have a few other ted lasso fics in the works!! they're coming!!!!

[diazfightclub]

god above and Man below

eventual buck/eddie // ~6k // M // chapter 1 of 3

He knows what Buck is going to say. He’s going to say it, he’s going to name the thing Eddie’s been so carefully avoiding. Their relationship has been a minefield for years, and Eddie has gotten extremely good at picking his next move carefully, but Buck is about to throw caution to the wind and take a daring step forward without watching where he places his feet. He’s filled with so much dread in an instant, but he’s helpless to stop Buck as he’s opening his mouth to say: “Eddie, I think I’m in love with you.”

** or: Eddie works through years of repression and catholic guilt to chose the life he wants.

(read on ao3)

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it's here! my "anger-issues, catholic-guilt-induced-internalized-homophobia, i-rejected-my-best-friend's-advances-and-now-i'm-so-goddamn-grief-striken-it's-making-me-stupid" eddie wip!!

i broke it up into 3 chapters, but i hope you all enjoy!! <3

i'm tagging people who commented on and/or reblogged my snippets/ wip posts!! lmk if you want me to remove you, no questions asked <3

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tagged by @hondagirll! thank you!

last song: had Waxahatchee on shuffle earlier today because @thatsrightjohngoodman recommended their new song Right Back At It

currently reading: I’m about 100 pages into Cloud Cuckoo Land by Anthony Doerr (a book title I have to keep looking up because I keep mixing up the order of those three words).

last film: I watched 3/4 of Saltburn and then switched to When Harry Met Sally. Still haven’t finished Saltburn.

currently watching: I’m a few episodes into Mrs. Davis after finishing The Leftovers for the first time (and that was right on the tail of Station Eleven so it’s been a good, weird TV start to the year). I also started a rewatch of Jury Duty with my parents tonight because I know they’re going to get a kick out of the final episode.

currently craving: Nothing really but now I’m thinking about what I want to get for breakfast. Mmmmm, breakfast…

three ships: Ted/Rebecca, Luke/Lorelai, Nick/Jess (I’ve only ever read fanfic for one of these ships).

first ship: For fic reading and fandom? Lily/James. In general with other media? Too many animated couples to count. Anastasia/Demetri, the leads from Ferngully, Aurora/Prince Philip, Robin Hood/Maid Marianne, etc etc

favorite color: purple or sage green

currently working on: I just finished crocheting a very small square blanket (I just wanted to see if I could do a fun looking crochet stitch and then finished the two skein I had on hand so it’s small and idk what it’s for but I like it). I have another project on the docket that I hope is relatively easy🤞 Technically still working on my Ted dating fic but I took a two week writing break to do some other creative things and I’m really happy with that decision 🥰

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[diazsdimples]

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When I met you (Teen, 11.3k | Buddie)

Carrie perks up immediately and runs at full tilt towards the two men, crashing into Buck’s middle before he has a chance to properly brace himself. “Hi Daddy,” she grins, her chin digging into his tummy as she looks up at him. She then turns to Eddie, somewhat shyly, and holds out the dinosaur-themed bag she’s got in her hand. “Here’s Christopher’s bag, Mr. Diaz,” she says politely, and with a look of bewilderment, Eddie takes it from her. Buck feels immensely proud at his daughter’s impeccable manners. “Thank you, Carrie,” Eddie says, accepting the bag from her, “but you can call me Eddie. Mr. Diaz makes me sound old.” “Okay Mr. Eddie” Carrie replies, rocking back on the balls of her feet with a gleeful grin. Christopher appears beside the small group and leans into Eddie’s side, looking a little worn out from chasing after Carrie. “Carrie’s my best friend, Dad,” he explains to Eddie quietly and Carrie puffs out her chest, looking pleased as punch. “Can she come over and play at our house?” “Uhhh–” Eddie looks up at Buck, faltering a little and Buck quickly swoops in, recognising a fellow father with the inability to say no to his child.

OR - part 1 of the Single Dads AU.

Read more on AO3

[princessfbi]

Hiiiiii you are an AMAZING writer. May I please ask for Buddie + models au or Buddie + A is a model and B is an average Joe that doesn't recognize the other????? Thank you and stay happy and healthy!!!

Thank you! You sure can!

Buck was pretty sure he was going to die.

No. He was definitely going to die.

That was the only proper response when Eddie fucking Diaz was being directed to grab the back of Buck's neck like he owed him and tilting his forehead to rest against Buck's in a near kiss. A near kiss that had everything in Buck fighting to keep from surging up to finish. Even if Eddie was the worst, Buck had eyes. He was hotter than sin and doing an underwear shoot with Eddie wasn't the hardest thing Buck had ever had to do but apparently he'd been wrong. So fucking wrong it wasn't even funny.

Buck wasn't even sure he was aware of what day it was, whether they were up or down, as his skin burned hot beneath Eddie's palm. The cameras were flashing over and over again as they moved, Eddie taking more of the lead than he should have to as they shifted with the beat of the music blasting in the studio.

[hmslusitania]

Omigosh omigosh I just adore that scooby doo ficlet you posted!!! If you're ever feeling the need to continue it, DON'T HESITATE!! Have a fantastical rest of your weekend!

Ha! Thank you so much! I usually won't touch a high school AU with a ten foot pole, but the combination of prompts just...said Scooby-Doo shenanigans to me.

And I never say never about continuing a fic, so I wouldn't count it out entirely!

[supercalvin]

Selfishly throwing these AU prompts out there: Arthur is internet famous/model/actor/any celebrity type and painfully shy about his profession-meets Merlin and it's perfect Merthur-then Merlin accidentally finds out (news clip/article piece/photo) about Arthur and misunderstands; instead thinks Arthur is ashamed of him or something similar. OR Merlin owns/works at a shop and famous!Arthur, trying to avoid paparazzi, jumps into nearest store to hide-Merthur ensues... Either way, I adore you so!

Prompts + Ficlets

You always have such good prompts! I love it! I’m going with the first one!

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When he first downloaded Instagram, in the first term at Camelot University, it just because everyone else seemed to have one.

A few months later, he had been contacted by some brands to work as their ambassadors. He was surprised at the salary, having no idea that he could make money by showing off a branded shirt or shiny new watch on a single Instagram post, but that hadn’t mattered to him at the time. After he had come out to his father, and he was left to defend for himself, the salary had meant a lot more to him. After uni, the sponsorships had led to model deals and the model deals had led to actual paid work in the advertising business. Seven years later he worked at a public relations firm, while still working part time as a model on Instagram.

He wasn’t famous, he kept telling his friends who seemed to think otherwise. He could walk down the street without being recognized. (That wasn’t a good gauge, they pointed out. Plenty of authors weren’t recognized but they were still famous). Oftentimes when they go down to the pub, women (and a fair amount of gay men) stop to ask him if he was ‘@pendragon.’ He would take a few photos with them all while fending off his snickering friends.

Thankfully he met Merlin far away from anyone who knew about his Instagram.

Arthur had been on a photo shoot at a hiking trail on the outskirts of Camelot, and the photographer had been an idiot who thought he knew better than anyone. He kept asking Arthur to go further out on rocks. Arthur had argued but had eventually given up when the photographer insisted.

Which was how Arthur ended up at the A&E with a sprained wrist and a dozen cuts from where he had fallen down the side of a cliff. (‘A small cliff!’ the photographer had protested, but Arthur was done talking to him.)

Merlin had been the nurse to evaluate Arthur. His purple scrubs were a size too large, his athletic shoes looked like they had seen better days, and his hair looked like a bird had nested in it all day. He was the complete opposite of what Arthur usually saw in the modeling industry, except for the fact that he had killer legs, sharp cheekbones, and long capable fingers.

Arthur may have flirted a bit too obviously, because Merlin had told him to be careful about what he said on the pain meds. Arthur remembered pouting and asking if that meant he couldn’t have the hot nurse’s number. (The pain meds had been working by that point, but to be fair, his wrist had almost broke and it hurt like hell.) Merlin had laughed, told him to rest his wrist and call his GP in a few days, and slipped him his number with a wink.

Soon enough, Arthur’s wrist had been healing up nicely and Merlin had humored him with a few coffee dates. Which had turned into dinner dates. And long weekends. Then, before Arthur really realized what had happened, they were dating.

Merlin knew that Arthur did some modeling and that was how he had hurt himself in the first place. (When Arthur first mentioned it, he wondered for a split second if Merlin would recognize him, but after a few curious questions, Merlin didn’t ask again.) It was just a job to Arthur, so he hadn’t mentioned it again.

That had been a mistake.

Merlin had asked Arthur to meet him at The Rising Sun. It was a pub nearby Camelot Uni and a lot of students frequented there. Arthur typically avoided it because he had been recognized more than once there.

But he couldn’t explain to Merlin that, without an awkward ‘humble brag’ and he didn’t want Merlin to think he was full of himself.

When they arrived, Arthur let Merlin get the drinks, hoping to stay hidden in the booth at the back of the pub. It hadn’t worked. A young man in a Camelot Uni jumper spotted him and Arthur saw the way he quickly spoke to his friends and they all tittered around their phones, looking at something and then back at him. Oh no.

Merlin was chatting with the barman. Maybe this could be quick.

The young man started toward the booth and Arthur immediately put on his Prince face (Gwaine’s term for his ‘pendragon’ facade.)

“Hi,” he said nervously. “Um, so weird question.”

“Am I Pendragon?”

Owl eyes and a small, “Shit, it is you. You’re all over my Insta feed.”

Arthur smiled and maybe he was a bit full of himself because the poor kid practically melted and Arthur felt a little proud of himself.

A cleared throat and the kid jumped to find Merlin, staring daggers at him.

“Excuse me,” Merlin set down the drinks forcefully.

“Oh, sorry,” The bloke said, looking back to Arthur, “I didn’t want to interrupt and it’s totally fine if you don’t want to, but no one is ever going to believe me. Can I…?” He awkwardly held out his phone.

Arthur nodded, still in full Prince mode. “Sure, love.”

He gestured for him to come in close and let him take a few bad-angle selfies.

“Thanks.” The bloke was as red as his Camelot jumper. “Have a good one.” He waved awkwardly and went back to his friends, probably to post the photo and tell all his uni friends. Arthur was never going to be able to come back to The Rising Sun.

“What the hell was that?” When Merlin had arrived at the table he had looked murderous, as if Arthur was flirting with someone else on their date, but now he just looked befuddled.

Arthur had hoped that when Merlin found out, it would be when Arthur wasn’t with him. He imagined that someone would mention ‘pendragon’ and Merlin would do some internet searching. This was so much worse.

Arthur sipped his beer, “Just, um. Work stuff. You know.”

“Work stuff,” Merlin deadpanned.

Arthur hung his head, defeated. He pulled out his phone and opened Instagram. Merlin blinked at the phone for a few seconds. “What? So it’s your model stuff, I don’t…Wait, holy shit you have how many followers?” Merlin’s voice raised an octave and Arthur had to shush him.

“You’re famous!” Merlin scrolled through the posts, “This is you and that one guy from Top Model!” Merlin’s eyes were quickly turning just as wide as the student’s had.

“We just did one shoot, it’s not that big a deal,” Arthur muttered, trying to take back his phone but Merlin wasn’t having any of it.

“Oh my god, here I was thinking I’d already tricked a model into dating me, but now you’re a famous model.” Merlin tugged at his hair.

“You didn’t trick me, I asked you out,” Arthur snatched back his phone, feeling insulted for Merlin.

“You were high on pain meds!” Merlin protested.

“I’m not now,” Arthur slid closer to Merlin in the curved booth, hooking a finger into Merlin’s belt loop and tugging. “And you’re not half bad yourself, Emrys.”

Merlin’s cheeks turned a light pink and his eyes were glued to Arthur’s lips. Arthur couldn’t help but feel that pride swell in his chest, but this time tenfold.

Merlin lightly pushed at his chest, “You’re a flirt.”

Arthur smiled, kissing Merlin lightly, “Maybe so.”

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Prompts + Ficlets

[lao-pendragon]

There aren't words for how talented you are and how much I adore your stunning pieces. Also, can I just gush over how l u c k y the Merlin fandom is that you're a part of it and a Merthur fan?? My request, if you don't mind and only if it's not too much trouble, would be for a Merthur/The Old Guard artwork. If you haven't seen it, I highly recommend it not only for the great story/action/cast, etc. But also for the i n c r e d i b l e love story it includes. Please stay healthy and happy!

Ooooh thank you so much ❤️❤️❤️ I haven’t seen Old Guard but I add it to my watch list! I’m looking forward to it! Please stay healthy and happy too 🤗🤗

[azulasnailtech]

THIS IS FREAKING BRILLIANT FIRST OF ALL OMG If they could curse: literally any scene from blind bandit or ember island players!!!

✅ LINK ✅

[once-upon-a-drama]

Thank you for tagging me @adorkableejit ! This was so much fun 😂😂

Lol😂

I'm gonna tag

@where-waves-crash @daesmilewings @cutestlittlepsycho and anyone else who wants to. As always no pressure to do this peeps.

hey. hey. HEY.

do this “what i think you would taste like based on these random questions” quiz my boyfriend made

[supercalvin]

There are few fic writers that have the talent, patience, understanding, and dedication to write heartfelt, emotional, accurate, gut-wrenching, amazing stories, but you are certainly one of them. I've been reading your fics on AO3 for the last 3 days straight and I'm nearly done. At first I wanted to tell you which were my favorites before I realized that ALL of them were. I'm ecstatic that I discovered your incredible writing. If I may, could I ask for a continuation of the farmer ficlet?

Can I just say that this was such a sweet sweet sweet message @daesmilewings  and I’m so sorry for the delay!! I hope I can make up for it with this ficlet! 

FARMER FICLET PART 1

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The only reason Merlin slept the rest of the night was because Gaius gave him a sleeping draught. He woke late and ran to get Arthur’s breakfast on time, but at least he was rested.

Arthur looked like he was about to yell at Merlin for being late, but he must have taken pity on Merlin for once, and didn’t say anything.

He went through the day in a haze, his mind continually going back to the farm in his dream and Arthur’s arm around him. Arthur kept glancing at him like he thought Merlin might keel over. Merlin excused himself more than once that day to find a chore on the other side of the citadel. 

That night he dreamt of Ealdor. He dreamt of Balinor and his mother. There was a small boy with dark hair running around Hunith’s feet, running into Balinor’s arms. Merlin startled awake, not sure whether guilt or sorrow was filling him more.

It was still early morning, but Merlin didn’t dare go back to sleep. 

The stables were quiet at this time. Merlin hushed Llamrei as he woke him, petting his nose with a gentle hand. “Come on, boy. Let’s go.”

Merlin rode out into the woods at a quick pace, hoping he could find the Druids’ camp before day break.

 ***

“Where have you been?”

Merlin had barely stepped into the royal stables, guiding Llamrei back into his stall, before Arthur was at his side.

“And with my horse too.” Arthur crossed his arms.

“Llamrei likes me better,” Merlin’s point was proven when Llamrei affectionately bumped his head against his chest.

“You run off without telling Gaius where you went. And I didn’t give you the day off. You could have been lying in a ditch for all I knew.”

Merlin didn’t look at Arthur as he fed Llamrei an apple, feeling something warm settle in his chest, knowing Arthur’s anger only came from concern.

“I’m sorry.” Merlin said, “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Arthur opened his mouth then snapped it shut. “What is with you?” Arthur narrowed his eyes, “Gaius was oddly cagey this afternoon and you barely said a word to me yesterday.”

Merlin looked around as he brushed Llamrei’s mane.

“Is it…?” Arthur raised a brow, making a gesture which Merlin assumed meant magic.

Merlin nodded.

“We’ll talk tonight. Don’t think you’re getting out of it, either,” Arthur snapped, before striding off. 

***

That evening, Merlin barely closed the chamber doors behind himself before Arthur said, “Out with it.”

Merlin sighed, setting down the wine pitcher and Arthur’s dinner. He poured Arthur’s goblet, “I’ve been having visions.”

“What?” Arthur looked like he was about to bolt out of his chair.

Merlin held up his hand, “I don’t have the Sight. They aren’t nightmares either. I went to the Druids today to see what they knew about it.”

“Why didn’t you-“ Arthur’s question was cut off, as it often was with that question. ‘Why didn’t you tell me?’ had been a bit of a sore point over the last year. Merlin had urged that he hadn’t wanted Arthur to decide between his father’s laws and Merlin, but Arthur still believed Merlin had lied because he had thought Arthur would kill him. 

Arthur sighed, “How long has this been going on?”

“Only a few days,” Merlin said. “I didn’t even know they were visions until night before last.”

“What happened? If they aren’t visions of the future, then what are they?”

“They’re impossible futures,” Merlin said, not looking Arthur in the eye, “Things that people desire most, but will never be possible…”

Arthur frowned, “What did you see?”

“Morgana on the throne.”

Arthur nodded, his frown deepening. “That’s all?”

“I saw Gwen with Lancelot…”

Arthur flinched, and Merlin didn’t blame him. He and Gwen hadn’t been in a relationship for a few years now, but thinking of Lancelot’s sacrifice at the Door still hurt all of them.

“Gaius dreamt of peace with…. Well, she’s no longer living.” Merlin said.

“Who else did you see?”

“No one,” Merlin said. He had promised Arthur no more lying, but some lies were necessary.

“Can you stop it?”

Merlin nodded, “The druids said it was a type of magic that happens sometimes to those with powerful magic. They cast a charm they said should keep it from happening again.”

Arthur nodded, looking uncomfortable but pleased that it was at least being handled.

“Did you see your own impossible dream?”

Merlin hadn’t thought of it. He had been so wrapped up in Arthur’s, that he hadn’t even wondered what he would want. There were so many things he wished he had done differently. He understood that circumstances were out of his control, but that was what made it an impossible dream. But his true dream was still possible. To have an untied Albion, to have magic return to the land…and to be by Arthur’s side.

And Merlin suddenly realized Morgana's dream wasn’t his first vision. The night before, he had dreamt of Albion. He had been confused by the dream, but that was hardly odd, considering all dreams were irrational. There had been a feast, and he was sitting at Arthur’s side. Lancelot was there next to Gwaine and Percival. Gwen was seated down the line, next to Morgana, who had looked younger and happier than she had in years. Balinor had been sitting at the visiting dignitary’s table, a little white dragon draped across his shoulders. The dream wasn’t a memory. How could it have been? Balinor had died far before he reached Camelot. Morgana was young, not broken by her grief and pain. It was as if several versions of Merlin’s life had been jumbled together.

Merlin remembered he had drunk the mulled wine, not even thinking about the fact that he was sitting next to Arthur instead of serving him.

The dream had faded in and out, but it had been oddly real, just like the other visions. Merlin remembered Arthur taking his hand and leading him to the royal chambers. He had pressed Merlin up against the door, and kissed him thoroughly, as if he had been waiting all night for it.

Merlin had woken, not thinking anything of it. The feast was odd, and strangely real, but nothing too out of place for a dream. As for the kiss, Merlin certainly had had dreams like it before. He hadn’t even thought to connect it with any of the other visions.

“Merlin?”

Merlin was pulled from his thoughts by Arthur standing, “What is it?”

Merlin gave a weak smile, “Nothing. It’s nothing.”

“You’re a terrible liar. How I never saw it before I’ll never know.”

Merlin sighed, “I just… I just realized that I had seen my own vision. I just hadn’t realized it.”

“What was it?”

Merlin looked away, “A feast. With everyone there.”

“Everyone?” Arthur paused and then said, “Ah. I see.”

Arthur crossed his arms, “You saw a vision of my impossible future, didn’t you? It’s why you’ve been so quiet the last few days.”

“I…” Merlin sighed and gave up on the lie. “I didn’t want you to worry about it.”

“Was it that bad that you had to hide it from me?”

“No, of course not, don’t be absurd.” Arthur was still frowning and Merlin sighed, “It’s going to bother you, isn’t it?”

“Well it obviously bothered you.” Arthur snapped, “You’ve been avoiding me for days.”

Merlin winced, “It’s not bad.”

“Well?” Arthur said impatiently.

“You were living on a farm,” Merlin said reluctantly.

“A farm,” Arthur’s brow furrowed, “Are you sure it was my vision?”

“You were the only one there. There were wheat fields and a vegetable garden. You had just fed the chickens, of all things” Merlin laughed and realized he was starting to sound too fond. He coughed, “Anyways, you wanted me to make rabbit stew and that was it. Nothing bad.”

“You were there?” Arthur asked, looking much paler, as if he just realized something.

Merlin mentally cursed himself, “I mean, obviously. I was there. You obviously need someone to do all the real work,” Merlin gave a nervous laugh.

Arthur looked at him for a long moment and Merlin tried not to fidget.

“You know, don’t you?”

“Know what?” Merlin asked far too quickly.

“Merlin, don’t play with me. You saw.  You saw what I want.”

Merlin swallowed, fiddling with his own sleeve, tugging on a loose thread. “You know, in all the visions, no one had ever interacted with me. I was like a ghost watching from the outside. But then you turned up, hands covered in dirt, pulling me along to look at some lavender bush that we had been fighting about because even in your dreams Arthur, we still fight.”

Arthur looked embarrassed, his red rising up his neck and ears.

Merlin thought of how impossible that dream was. How Arthur could never have it. “I’m sorry things can’t be that simple.”

Arthur looked away, “No. I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have had to see that. To be forced into my dream. I understand if you would like some distance.”

“What?”

“I didn’t have control over the dream, obviously, but I hope I conducted myself well.” Arthur’s face was becoming redder.

“You don’t care if you conduct yourself well with me in person, let alone a dream, what are you talking about?”

Arthur nodded, “Good, so I didn’t…Good.”

Merlin realized Arthur thought he had pushed himself upon Merlin in the vision. If only he knew what Merlin’s vision had been.

“Arthur, I didn’t mean… Arthur that’s not why I’m sorry.” Merlin stepped forward and tried to catch Arthur’s eye. “I’m sorry that as King you’ve had to sacrifice so much.  I would give anything to see you as happy as you were when you showed me that damned lavender plant. I’m sorry that your vision was just you being...”

“What?”

Merlin smiled, “Happy.”

Arthur looked away again.

“Arthur, look at me,” Merlin reached out, tilting Arthur’s chin toward him, locking eyes with Arthur’s. There was a sadness in them that Merlin never wanted to see again. “Every fiber of my being would give that to you, if I could. I would give anything to see you happy. I wish our lives could be like that simple farm. I wish we could spend our days in that bed.”

Arthur looked amazed, his mouth open and his wet eyes wide.

“In my vision, you dragged me to your chambers and you pressed me up against those doors,” Merlin nodded behind himself, “You’re not the only one with impossible dreams, Arthur-”

Merlin didn’t get a chance to finish. Arthur was grabbing Merlin's face in both hands, his lips clumsily pressing into Merlin’s. His teeth nipped at Merlin’s lips, and Merlin grabbed onto Arthur’s cape, desperate to stay upright as Arthur dragged him backwards. Merlin stumbled and realized Arthur had walked him backwards until he was up against the very doors he had dreamed about.

Arthur panted against Merlin’s lips. 

“Like that?”

Merlin nodded, looking up at Arthur’s eyes, “Yeah.”

Merlin threaded his fingers into Arthur’s hair and pulled him in again.

“I couldn’t give a damn about the farm,” Arthur said roughly against Merlin’s lips, his teeth dragging down to Merlin’s chin and jaw, “Being King comes with sacrifices.” He pressed his lips to Merlin’s earlobe, sinking down to press a soft kiss to Merlin’s neck, before tilting his head up to look at Merlin again, “The only thing I want is to have you by my side.”

“Then you have me,” Merlin said and let Arthur kiss him until he couldn’t think any longer.

***

(PART 1 in case you missed it lol)

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[supercalvin]

I CANNOT BELIEVE I ONLY JUST NOW FOUND YOUR FARMER FICLET, PART 2; I WILL NEVER FORGIVE MYSELF FOR THE DELAY. I read it giddily and couldn't stop thinking about my reply. Then reread it and soaked it all up. The Merlin fandom is blessed, BLESSED, to have you as a fellow fan. I wish I was allowed more space to give you the proper thanks for not only responding to my request, but appreciating my message AND banging out the most perfect sequel I could've imagined. Thank you. Thank you. THANK YOU.

(Part 1 and Part 2 of “The Farmer Ficlet” aka Arthur wants to be a farmer)

I’m so glad you saw it!! It would suck if you never saw your own prompt but unfortunately I take forever lol. You literally just gave me an excuse to get back on my bullshit, so thank you for that!

[supercalvin]

Ugh I totally suck at technology and don't know how to reply to your reply (picture me laugh/crying). That's WONDERFUL! I'm proud of you for getting through your m a s t e r s!!!! In what must be the single strangest and most frustrating era for schools ever! I'm putting out oodles of good juju in the universe for youuuuuuu

Aaaa thank you AGAIN 😭😭😭 I’m almost done (I keep telling myself) and I’m just really grateful I didn’t start my masters during the pandemic. Kudos to anyone who did. It has to be a nightmare!

[supercalvin]

HIIIIII FRIEND! Just checking in to say aloha and hoping that you're doing super well! ^__^

Aaaaa thank you for the check in!!!

I know I haven’t been on a lot😬 I’ve been focused on my masters, but hopefully I will get some free time in the future, because I have some ficlets I am dying to write!!

[supercalvin]

You glorious, wonderful human. I just have no words for how swell I think you are, even though you've probably already guessed! Your fans are lucky to have you; you'r friends are lucky to have you; and your family is lucky to have you. Happy writing and happy quarantining! If I think of any more prompts I'll send them your way! I'll keep reading and rereading all your fics and ficlets in the meantime! Live long and prosper, my friend ^__^